Feel the Open Wound.
I took a cigarette stuck it face down
lit side facing my skin
pressing it down ever so perfectly
leaving remnants of a sphere
as the blood rushed to the surface
of the fresh wound
curiously taking my pointer finger
and ever so slightly placing it
on the juicy red button.
To see if I could still
feel…
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